I wouldn't necessarily call it a miracle, but it surely is GODLY that I maintained my quit over the past three days. Yes, I AM A FUCKING GOD.
And it's a very odd situation: I feel quite proud of myself and what I've accomplished thus far, but I am also deeply entrenched in a colossal quit funk. (Many of us discussed this in another thread last week.) I am in this unique, microcosmic manic-depressive state. It's a millisecond-to-millisecond experience. At one instant, I feel intoxicating bliss. The next moment, my guts feels twisted, and I want to either write a really sad, shitty poem or kill someone with my bare hands.
All I know is that I have been under immense stress for the past several weeks, and particularly the past three days. But I did not cave. How or why I didn't, I have no idea. But I didn't, and I am a fucking god. Those who cave are fucking zeroes. Fuck you.